A group of people stood at the entrance of a private house, and although Zhuge Zhi had previously mentioned it wouldn't be as lively as a restaurant,
this seemed too quiet. Gong Ruini had seen private restaurants before, and despite their understated nature, they at least had some decorations at the entrance.
But this one was different; without someone guiding them, who would notice it's a private restaurant? It really didn't advertise itself well.
Or perhaps the chef here is not just any ordinary one—guests might flock on their own, so it doesn't need to bother with such things.
"This place…" Wan Qiweng tightly held Wan Yihui's hand.
"It's Old Xu's place." Wan Dajun reminisced, "Didn't he say he wouldn't open it anymore?"
"But he can't remain closed; there are many places in need of money at home, and he's a man of pride." Zhuge Zhi learned this by chance, and since he knew, he naturally wanted to support him.
